Oct 8, 2016 | BeFriending Creation, Individuals Taking Action, Number 5, Quaker-Specific, Spirituality, Theology, Uncategorized, Volume 29, Youth & Young Friends
By Sara Wolcott. What is it that Quakerism contributes to my ecological journey? I am vexed by this question. Five years ago, when my primary sense of religious belonging was nestled deep within the Religious Society of Friends, it would have been easy for me to...
Oct 8, 2016 | BeFriending Creation, Number 5, Uncategorized, Volume 29
By Paul Klinkman Friends are encouraged to expand their carbon handprint. Increasing Friends’ involvement can have considerably more impact on the world’s climate than if they simply shrink their carbon footprint. I see Friends acting in four somewhat distinct...
Oct 8, 2016 | BeFriending Creation, Hopeful, Number 5, Spiritual, Spirituality, Theology, Timeless, Uncategorized, Volume 29
By Shelley Tanenbaum. I’m not one to believe that the universe owes me (or anyone) anything. But, after spending five nights camping in semi-remote places between Denver and San Francisco, seeing what appeared to be an infinite number of stars and the Milky Way every...
Sep 1, 2016 | BeFriending Creation, Individuals Taking Action, Number 5, Soil, Volume 29
By Suzanne Lamborn, Little Britain Monthly Meeting, Baltimore Yearly Meeting My husband and I can trace our roots for each generation from the beginning of the colonies in agriculture. Being farmers we were aware that our nation went from over 90 percent farming to...
Aug 8, 2016 | Art & Poetry, BeFriending Creation, Individuals Taking Action, Number 4, Uncategorized, Volume 29
By Katherine Murray. The last week of June, I took four days off with the intention of enjoying a quiet “staycation” full of gardening, hummingbirds, and long walks with my dogs. I envisioned this break as a time of silent retreat, with plenty of room for relaxing...
Aug 8, 2016 | Art & Poetry, BeFriending Creation, Number 4, Uncategorized, Volume 29
By Chris Roe As the crimson flame of life Breaks slowly Above the horizon, The white, frosted meadows, With trees and hedgerows Of sculptured ice, Speak loudly Of your presence. Once more Upon this journey, As another day begins, Without effort Or intrusion, Through...
